Lan Qingxian's life ended abruptly at the age of 25. On the verge of a plane crash, he recalled the trivial events in his life.
His parents divorced, started their own families, and abandoned him. The beautiful memories of his childhood were shattered, and he no longer wanted to communicate with others...
In high school, for some reason, Lan Qingxian was often surrounded by gangsters in the alley. He would always neatly pick up the clothes around his neck and pull them back.
Only a "pop--" was heard, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was accompanied by screams. Lan Qingxian clapped his hands and stood up, his chest heaving and undulating, his face a little red, breathing lightly, with a few wounds on his face.
There was a sound of footsteps, and Lan Qingxian looked up with doubts - how could it be Xiao Yuling? He was walking towards him, with a worried look on his face and slightly pursed lips. Xiao Yuling walked to Lan Qingxian, squatted down, and put a band-aid on him.
Lan Qingxian was stunned for a long time, his pupils dilated slightly, like an injured puppy. Then he slowly took out 5 yuan from his pocket: "Thank you, this is the money for the band-aid."
Xiao Yuling: "?..." Lan Qingxian was a little shocked: "What? Not enough?"...
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, time goes by, and high school ends peacefully. Then he was admitted to an ordinary university. After graduation, he stayed away from his hometown and worked as a "little transparent" intern in a company in another place.
On a sunny day, Lan Qingxian was on a business trip, and an accident happened.
During the flight, the plane broke down and shook violently. The passengers panicked and made noises and noises.
The flight attendant patiently comforted the passengers, but there was an imperceptible tremor in her sweet voice.
Lan Qingxian sat on the seat, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his expression, forming a strong contrast with the others.
The last scene of existence in his sight - thick smoke, sparks flying, amidst the screams, the plane descending at a rapid speed, a warm light embraced him...
When Lan Qingxian opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar environment and the calendar hanging on the wall. He was stunned for a while and finally understood his situation.
Going back in time, in this life, Lan Qingxian decided to continue...
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